Twins - The Other Side

by Jennifer White

 

Life was always hard in a way for Tim and Joan. Not that they lacked money; their parents both worked, and the were comfortably middle class. Nor was school the problem; they both excelled as students. And neither was it how they got along with each other. They were twins, and they were much closer than most brothers and sisters ever were. They talked all the time, did homework together, and it was very rare for them to fight. There close enough that they could almost sense what the other was feeling.

No, life was tough for both of them, because they both believed, deep in their hearts, that there had been a cosmic mix-up, and that they had been born in the wrong bodies. Tim wished he was a girl, and Joan wished she was a boy.

 

For Tim, his sister was what he saw, when he thought of his inner self image. And for Joan, she saw Tim as her true inner self. He loved to dress up in her clothes, whenever mom and dad went out to dinner with friends, or he had enough time to get some privacy. Joan liked to dress up scruffy, and play rough and tumble physical games.

Their parents tried to get them to both act in their 'proper' gender roles. Their mom was always buying pretty skirts and dresses for Joan, but she would none of them. It was blue jeans and a T-shirt for her! Meanwhile, their dad was trying to get Tim to try out for the football team, but he didn't like the thought of hitting and tackling. He wished he could be a cheerleader on the sidelines, looking all pretty in a tight sweater and pleated skirt. He dreamed of the red ribbon in his hair, while Joan wished she could be out on the football field, *playing*.

 

* * *

 

One Saturday night, Tim and Joan were watching TV. Their parents had gone off to see a movie together, leaving them alone. That of course meant that Tim was wearing Joan's panties, a bra stuffed full, and one of her skirts as he sat on the couch. Joan had her hair all mussed up, and was wearing grubby clothes. Her mom would be mad, but she wanted to feel more like a boy, now that she had the chance to get some privacy. She wore a baseball cap, and put her long hair up inside it, so it appeared like her hair was short, like her brothers.

"You're so lucky that mom and dad let you have short hair" she sighed.

"You're so lucky that they make you grow it long" he replied.

"I wish I was you" they both said, at the exact same moment.

 

Although she was watching the TV, Joan had to blink. Something wasn't quite right. She had been seeing the set from the left a bit, but now she saw it from the right. Her left arm had been resting on the end of the couch, but not she was resting on her right arm. How could she have suddenly been moved to the other end of the couch?

"Joan, did what I think just happen?" said a voice to her left.

Joan looked over, and saw her own face. She saw herself sitting over there, staring at her. The version of herself on the other end of the couch looked grubby, and kind of silly. She looked like a pretty girl, who wasn't trying to look pretty.

"You're me now!" said Joan, in a voice that wasn't hers. It was her brother's.

"And you're me!" added Tim, who was in a state of shock and amazement.

Time was touching himself all over.

"I've got boobs!" he said. "My skin, it's so soft! I'm a girl! I'm a girl!" he said, nearly jumping for joy. He got up, and ran towards the bedrooms.

"Where are you going?" said Joan.

"I'm going to dress up. I'm going to wear something pretty" he announced.

Tim smiled when he looked over at the image of his own body, which his sister now occupied. His body looked so funny, with the girl stuff on it. Although dressed in a skirt and a blouse, wearing a bra with the cups stuffed, his old body still looked like a boy. The stuffing in the cups wasn't even. His shoulders were too broad. He still looked like a boy.

"I'm getting out of this crap" announced Joan, standing up for the first time in a boy's body. "I'm a boy! I'm a boy! I'm never wearing panties again."

They raced towards each other's rooms, to dress up like they had always dreamed of. Joan took off the blouse and the skirt, folding them carefully, and putting them on the bed so they wouldn't get all wrinkled. Then she expertly removed the bra, and let the socks that had been stuffing it fall down to the floor. She gathered them up, and put them into the drawer where they belonged, as she examined her chest.

It was so flat, like when she had been younger. Oh how wonderful it felt to move around, and not have *them* in the way anymore. She had cried when she realized that she was going to have large breasts, like her mother. If she was stuck as a girl, why couldn't she at least be flat chested? But that wasn't her problem anymore. Now she was a boy.

She took off her panties, and stared down at herself. As a girl, she couldn't really see anything of herself below her pubic hair. But now, she had these *things* sticking out. She eagerly touched them, and quickly found the spots that aroused them.

"This is so cool!" she said, in her teenage boy voice.

She went to the dresser, and got out boxer shorts. She wore her brother's old boxers to bed sometimes, but her mom didn't like that. Now that she was a boy, she could sleep in just them! How awesome this was!

Now she picked out Tim's black jeans, and dug through his closet until she found a nice shirt that matched. She put it on, and was *so* happy seeing how flat it was on her chest! She was a boy now, and she had to clap her hands with glee. She put on socks, and Tim's big black shoes, which she could never wear as a girl. She returned to the couch, to resume watching the movie. Tim wasn't back yet, but she knew he had more work to do now.

 

When Tim got to Joan's room, in her body, he practically ripped off his clothes. He tossed them thoughtlessly to the floor, and ran to the mirror to examine his new body. He cupped his hands on his moderately sized breasts. Joan had complained that they kept getting bigger. How could she have done that? It was so *awesome* to have them! Tim was beaming as he put on a bra. Now, for the first time in his life, he *needed* a bra. He had boobs now. He was a girl.

Tim put his hands on his crotch now, feeling the emptiness down there. How wonderful that he no longer had that *thing* poking out of him. He had always hated it. Even when he used his hand to make it hard, and then to climax, as soon as the two seconds of pleasure were done, he hated it again. But now it was gone, and he couldn't be happier.

Touching himself on the labia didn't get him all aroused, so he decided he'd have to figure out how all his new 'equipment' worked at some other time. For now, he was more concerned with clothes. Clothes! Now he was a girl, and he could freely wear girl's clothes! He smiled broadly. This was *so* cool.

He picked out the laciest, frilliest pair of panties in the drawer. Even though his bra was black, and the panties were red, he put them on. Then he went into the closet. He knew that Joan had a lacy slip, and he wanted to put that on first. Oh, but what about pantyhose? He could wear those too now! He dashed over to the dresser to pick out the darkest pair her could find. Then he picked out a skimpy top, and a knee length black skirt.

And the shoes! There were all sorts of high heel shoe on the floor of the closet, all of them practically new, because Joan only wore them when their mom forced her to dress up for a wedding or something. He grabbed at the pair with the tallest heel, and put them on his feet.

Tim had worn Joan's shoes before. A few years ago, her feet were bigger than his, and he had trouble standing in the shoes. But once he hit his growth spurt, they fit perfectly for a while. But then sadly, his feet got too big for her shoes, and he was limited in what he could wear anymore. But now he had *her* feet. He was her. And he could wear any shoes his heart desired. Like the black pumps he had on now.

"Joan, come here" said Tim, still not believing that he was hearing a *girl's* voice when he spoke.

"Yes?" said his sister, now in his former body.

It was weird to see 'himself' standing there, talking to him. Like looking in a mirror, but without the reverse reflection. He was used to seeing himself that way. Tim's hair was parted on the side. In the mirror, the part was on the left side. But now as he saw himself, it was on the right. And the lips on his old body were moving, with words coming out of them, which were different from what he was saying. So it was like looking in a mirror, only with a refection that wasn't really a reflection.

And when he *did* look in a mirror now, he saw a girl. He was so excited, like a young child on Christmas day.

"What do you want?" said Joan, looking impatient.

"Help me put on makeup" he said. "I'm not good at it, and I need to learn. By the way, how do you like my outfit?"

"Well, lets see" she said. "Your slip is showing, and I wouldn't be wearing one for a skirt that short. You've got a white top on, with a black bra, so you can really see it through the fabric. And your bra straps are showing. I wouldn't wear a bra with straps that wide with that top. And your choice of shoes is disappointing. And I wouldn't wear such dark nylons with such a casual skirt."

"But other than that, everything is okay?" said Tim.

Joan shook her head. He was hopeless. For someone who professed to be a girl on the inside, he didn't seem to have a very good fashion sense. Not that she was big into dressing up in pretty clothes. But it was all simple, plain old common sense. Everyone knew not to wear a black bra and a thin white top, right?

Joan showed Tim how to put on his makeup.

"It will take a lot of practice. And by the way, mom and dad would be mad if you wore that much makeup to school. Maybe you can wear some mascara, light eyeshadow, and lipgloss. But don't go all out. The one time *I* wore a lot of makeup, mom called me a 'painted lady'. You can imagine how that made *me* feel."

"Yikes" said Tim, although the thought of anyone calling *him* a lady seemed exciting and wonderful.

 

After brushing his long hair to make it look nicer, Tim had made Joan's former body look pretty. It was a look that she had always avoided. But one that he savored. He held her hand, as they walked back to the couch to watch the next movie.

"Is that Brad Pitt or Val Kilmer?" said Tim. "I can never tell them apart."

"If you were a girl, you'd be able to!" shot back Joan.

"I *am* a girl" replied Tim proudly. "See?"

Joan was going to say back something smart, but suddenly, a look of shock appeared on her face.

"What's wrong?" said Tim, in a concerned voice.

It was interesting how with all the hormones now flowing through his systems, that he reacted so much differently than before. Not only was he concerned about the look on Joan's face, he found that he *really* cared about her feelings. It seemed really important now, and with the new empathy he felt, her pain and worry were *his* pain and worry now too."

"What is it?" he said.

Joan pointed to the TV screen. The scene was at the beach, and the camera was focused on a hot babe in a yellow bikini. Tim immediately wanted to be on the beach, so *he* could wear a bikini, and show off his new boobs.

"She's hot" he said.

"How do you control this thing?" said Joan, pointing between her legs. "As soon as she came on the screen, I got all hard down there. How do I make it stop?"

"You can't" said Tim, laughing. "It kind of has a mind of its own. If you really want to make it soft again, you need to go into the bathroom, and, uh..."

"Ew!!!" said Joan. "I'm not doing *that*!"

"If you were a boy, you would" shot back Tim, getting her back for *her* earlier dig into him.

"So you've got not control at all over your penis?" said Joan, surprised.

"You mean *your* penis" said Tim. "I'm a girl now, remember?"

"It's kind of hard to forget" she replied.

 

After the movie, both of the twins felt exhausted, and wanted to go to bed. Both of them felt a strange excitement as they went into each other's bedroom to sleep for the first time. Tim was ecstatic that he would be wearing a nightie. And Joan wanted to sleep in just boxers, with her chest bare, as it had been when she was a young girl. It had been many years since her mom had come down on her hard about girls not going around with bare chests, even in bed.

As Joan laid in bed, she reached down between her legs. Bang! She got hard again. She couldn't believe how sensitive her new equipment was, and how easily it got aroused. She touched it, imagining how it looked. It was dark in the room, and she could see. She had thought about penises a lot. How her body had wanted to feel one up inside, as she made love with a boy. It was biological, and she couldn't help but to have those feelings.

But she had always wanted to *be* a boy, and as such, she had always imagined what it would be like to *have* one of her own. Now, that had come true. She was feeling it with her own hand! The more she touched it, the more excited she felt.

Joan shifted onto her stomach. She had loved to sleep on her stomach, back when she had been young. But ever since her boobs had developed, it was not possible to sleep that way anymore. Now it was a luxury to be able to lay down that way again, now that her chest was flat again. The hairs starting to grow on the chest bothered her a bit, but she was a boy, and boys were supposed to be hairy. Still, it felt weird, and she wasn't sure if she liked it.

As Joan rolled over, her fully aroused penis was trapped under her, and it slid across the sheet a little. A thrill of sensation went up and down her spine. That felt good! Almost unconsciously, she slid back and forth again, and had that same awesome feeling. She slid back and forth again. And again. And again.

Suddenly, there was an incredible feeling of pleasure, in the primitive part of Joan's brain. It was a flash, so much different from the warm glow of the orgasms she had felt as a woman. This was intense, but short. She felt a surge in her groin, and a sudden wetness in the bed.

"Oh no!" she said out loud, realizing that she had just made her self come, and had gotten it all over the sheets. She was in a panic. She reached over to the nightstand to turn on the light. She got some tissues, and wiped up the mess in her boxers, which she then threw in the hamper. The wetness was on the bed too, so she covered it up with a T-shirt. She would have to be more careful next time.

 

Meanwhile, across the hall, Tim was feeling very frustrated. He wanted to check out his new equipment. He was used to masturbating himself to sleep, and now he wanted to do the same, now that he was a girl. But there was a problem. As a boy, all it took was a thought or a touch, and pow! He'd be hard and ready to go. But as a girl, he was having trouble getting himself aroused. Just touching himself in the groin wasn't working.

Tim imagined the hottest babe he could, beckoning him with bared breasts. But that did nothing to get him aroused. Touching himself didn't work. Hot babes didn't work. Tim suddenly felt an awful realization creep over him. Maybe now that he was a girl, if he was going to get excited, he was going to need to think about being with a *boy*.

He felt flushed in the face. He couldn't think about being with a boy! That was gross! In all the times he had imagined being a girl, he had never thought of being with a guy. He had always imagined that he'd still like girls. And in his mind, he still did. But the female body he now lived in just would not respond to thoughts of other girls.

Tim thought of being in the locker room after gym class, with the other guys all showering. The thought of young naked guys did something to his body. He felt something strange and alien inside. He felt himself getting wet.

No! Stop!

Tim pulled back, moving his hands away from his groin area. He just couldn't go down that path any further. It was sick and wrong. He wasn't going to think about boys *that* way! No! He rolled over onto his stomach, so he could go to sleep. But there was a problem. A major problem. Boobs.

Now that Tim had big boobs, he was squishing them by laying on top of them, and it felt quite uncomfortable. He *had* to roll over onto his side, which wasn't how he liked to sleep. He had never thought about the fact that having boobs would effect how he had to lay in bed. Now he was going to have a hard time sleeping.

Not to mention the fact that when he rolled over, his long hair got all in his face, and he had to brush it off. Every time he tossed and turned, his hair seemed to get in the way. This was hard, trying to sleep as a girl!

 

* * *

 

It was Sunday morning. Both of the twins were up, in their rooms, and dressing for the day. Neither of them could believe what had happened last night. And that they were both still each other. Joan had wondered 'what if it was just for one night?'. She was really glad that it wasn't. And the same for Tim. Despite his difficulty struggling with his new sexual identity, he was *so* excited about the prospect of dressing up as a girl again.

"I'm going to ask mom to take me shopping for something pretty" he told Joan. "I'm going to tell her that I'm turning over a new leaf, and I'm going to start dressing up in pretty clothes."

"Go right ahead if you want that" said Joan. "You're a girl now, so you can dress however you want. As for me, I'm going to try out for the football team tomorrow. I'll get to knock heads, get rough in the trenches, and have some fun!"

"If you're doing that, then I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad. It would be *so* cool to wear a tight sweater, and one of those cute little skirts!"

Joan laughed out loud. How silly Tim was.

"Do you realize that if you make the squad, that every single boy in the school is going to hit on you? And that you're going to be one of the popular girls, so the social pressure on you is going to be a thousand times more than you're used to? Maybe you should get used to being a girl at school before you take that step."

"Hey, I'm going to make my own decisions, okay?" said Tim.

"Be my guest. Don't say I didn't warn you" replied Joan.

 

The twins were dressed, and sitting at the breakfast table.

"Don't eat too much" whispered Joan into Tim's ear. "I put on weight *so* easily. You can't get fat if you want to be a cheerleader. Try eating about half of what you normally do."

Tim looked up at her surprised. He thought she just had a smaller appetite than him. He didn't realize that it was because she had a harder time keeping the weight off. Yet another thing to learn about being a girl.

 

Their mother walked into the room, and smiled.

"Why Joan, it is so nice to see you dressed in such a lovely outfit" she said.

Tim paused for a moment, before he realized that he was going to have to answer to the name Joan, now that he was her.

"Thank you mother" he said. "You know, I've decided that from now on, I need to dress more like a girl. I am going to start wearing skirts, and stop fighting you about keeping myself looking pretty."

"Oh my little girl" replied his mother. "I'm so glad you've finally come to your senses."

She leaned over and kissed Tim. She didn't realize that the girl who seemed to be her daughter was really her *son*. Nor did she realize that the boy eating like crazy across the table from her was really her daughter.

"Tim, that's your third helping of bacon" she said. "Slow down."

"But mom, I'm going out for football, and I need the protein" said Joan.

"Your father will be happy about that" she replied.

Joan kept on eating, taking more eggs from the tray. It was the first time in *years* that she could pig out, and not need to worry about getting fat. She was a boy now, and she'd just burn it all off. It wasn't fair how as a girl, she had to watch what she could eat. But buys could eat a lot more, and they just burned it all off. She was a boy now, so she could really eat, and not worry about it. She smiled. This was so awesome.

 

"You have to do the dishes" whispered Joan, so that Tim would realize that as a girl, he needed to do different chores.

"And you need to take the garbage out" he replied.

Joan gagged as she looked down into the garbage bag. It smelled. It was bad. Ew! She didn't like doing this at all. But it was better than doing the dishes. That took a lot of time, and you had to be careful. But the garbage just took a few minutes. She was also surprised how easy it was to lift up the heavy garbage bag, with the stronger male muscles and bigger shoulders she now had. Cool.

"Dad" said Joan, after she washed her hands, "I'm going out for football at school."

"That's wonderful, son" he said.

"I was wondering. You played in school. Could you teach me about blocking and tackling?"

"Sure!" he replied.

He was very excited. Tim had never shown an inclination for sports, and he had been very disappointed that he never was able to spend the time with his son, teaching him to throw properly. All the time, Joan had practically been begging him to teach *her*, but he never did. All he had focused on was his son. And now his son was coming to him, asking him about football! He was in his glory. He just didn't realize that he was really teaching his daughter, who now inhabited his son's body. How ironic it was, yet he never realized a thing, as he began the lesson.

 

"Mom, lets go shopping. I want some new outfits for school."

"Like what?" she replied suspiciously.

"Something in some brighter colors. And I don't have much pink in my closet. How about a nice pink sweater? And something in yellow. I want a yellow skirt."

"Sure honey. You are done with the dishes, so we can go right away."

Tim smiled. He was going shopping for *girl's* clothes. It was a fantasy of his come true.

"Young lady, you forgot your purse" said his mother, her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry" he replied. "I was so excited I forgot."

He went to his room to get it. Joan was there, around the corner. She had overheard the whole thing.

"A girl never goes *anywhere* without her purse" she hissed. "Don't blow it, or they'll know something is up!"

"I'll be more careful" said Tim.

Joan shook her head. He really *didn't* have a clue. Oh well, he was the girl now, and he'd have to learn how to deal with it. She had more important things to worry about. She was about to go outside and play football.

 

* * *

 

Two and half hours later, when Tim returned from the mall, he found Joan watching the game on TV with their father. Joan looked at him and gasped, as he walked by, carrying all the shopping bags.

"I'll be right back dad. I want to say something to Joan" she said.

"Sure son, but you're missing the game."

"Be right back."

 

Joan caught up with Tim, who was going into her bedroom.

"What have you done?" she said.

"Well, lets see. I got my ears pierced. Then I bought *so* many new outfits, it was just so much fun! And then we stopped by the nail salon, and I got a manicure. Look how cool my nails are now!"

"But you've got bright red nail polish on. And you pierced my ears. You look so...so *girlie*."

"They're *my* ears now. And I *want* to look girlie, remember? Don't worry about me. Worry about you. I'm a girl now, and I'm going to live as one."

"Suit yourself, babe" said Joan. "By the way, mom is going to expect you to help cook dinner, so after you hang up your new stuff, you had better report to the kitchen."

 

Joan was disgusted when fifteen minutes later Tim showed up in the kitchen, wearing a poofy looking outfit, and then put on a frilly white apron. Ugh. How could anyone do that to themselves? She turned back to the game, but truth be told, she was getting bored with it. Her dad seemed so intent, hanging on every single play, but she had enough. It was fun to go outside and play, but how could you just watch some stupid game on TV? How were you supposed to care about all those players? It was beyond her.

 

Meanwhile, Tim was happily chopping up celery.

"Oh no!" he suddenly said.

"What's wrong dear?" asked his mother.

"I chipped a nail! I just had them done, and I chipped one!"

"Well honey, that's why you need to be careful when you work around the house. But you can chip a nail any time. I've chipped them reaching into my purse, or brushing against something the wrong way. This was your first manicure since you were a little girl, so I guess you just forgot about all that. But don't worry, all manicures wear out in time. You can always touch it up. Do you have the bottle of nailpolish I bought you?"

"Right in my purse, where you said to put it" replied Tim.

"Good girl" said his mother. "Good girl."

 

After dinner, Tim cleared the table, and did the dishes. These chores were all new, so they seemed almost exciting. He didn't mind at all. Joan luxuriated in not having to do them though. After years of cleaning up from meals, it felt wonderful to let someone else do the work!

After dinner, the twins had to study for school. Then the whole family watched a movie together, before the children were sent to their rooms for bed. It was a school night, so they were not allowed to stay up late. Tim went into Joan's room, and dug in the nightstand until he found her diary. He turned to the page for the current day, and started to write. He smiled when he saw that his handwriting was the same as hers, from the previous pages.

He wrote about all that he did that day, and how wonderful it was to feel pretty, with the earrings and the nails. He wrote that he couldn't wait for his first day of school, now that he was going to dress up as the pretty girl he was. He smiled as he went to bed, because he could hear a rhythmic sound coming from Joan's room. She had told him it was gross, but he could hear what she was doing to herself as she laid in bed.

 

* * *

 

Monday morning. 7:00am. The alarms went off for the twins to wake them for school. While every teen hates going to school, especially on a Monday, both Tim and Joan were kind of looking forward to it. It was his first day to go to school as a girl. And her first day to go as a boy.

Joan got in the shower, and looked at her body. Her knees were dirty and scruffed up from the football with her dad. Her legs and chest were covered with hair, not to mention under her arms. It all seemed so disgusting! So as she normally did, Joan shaved her legs in the shower, along with all the other icky body hair. How wonderful it felt to have such short hair on her head now! It was so quick and easy to clean, it dried off easily, and she didn't have to take much time at all to style it.

Once she was out of the bathroom, it was Tim's turn. He took a shower, and decided that although his legs didn't really need to be shaved, he would do it anyway, just for the fun of it. He marveled at his breasts as he washed them, and how great it felt not to have anything sticking out between his legs, but his pink parts were all sensitive, and felt so different!

He got out of the shower, and dried off. His long hair was all wet, and he knew he'd need to blow dry it, because he could always hear Joan doing that in the morning. He went to put on his clean white cotton panties, but his hair kept dripping down his back.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind. After showering, he sometimes saw Joan walking around with a towel wrapped up on her head. It must be because of the wet hair! He wrapped the towel around his head, but it took three tries before he was able to keep it from falling open again. Even then, it felt like it was teetering, ready to fall at any moment. But at least it wasn't dripping anymore.

Now he could put on his bra, his skirt and his blouse. He had bought a green plaid skirt, like a girl's uniform from a private school. The blouse was white, with poofy sleeves, and very cute. There were high white socks, and black flats with a silver buckle on them. It was a really cute outfit he decided.

Then he took out the blowdryer, and went to work on his long hair. He used a brush, and did his best to make it look nice. He would have to consult Joan, and get some advice. It was hard work! How did she make her hair looks so nice? It seemed such a mess to him.

Tim turned when there was a knock on the door.

"Are you decent? Can I come in?" said Tim's voice. It was Joan, there to rescue him!

She came in, and showed Tim what he needed to do to his hair. He had no idea what hairspray was for, or mousse, or why you'd use them. He was used to just running a comb through his hair.

"All day yesterday, it kept getting in my face" he said.

"See why I didn't like long hair? You can put it back in a ponytail, or you could pin it back with some bobbie pins" she instructed. "If you do make it as a cheerleader, the other girls will want to French-braid you hair, so that will fix your problem too."

Now it was time for makeup. Joan supervised as he put it on.

"Can't I wear some blush?" he said. "Just a little?"

"No! Mom would have a fit, remember?"

"I guess" he said.

"Now remember, always keep your purse with you. And you carry your books clutched to your chest, like this. Don't walk like a boy if you can help it. Take small steps. Don't slouch and look down. You're a girl now, and you're dressed up all pretty. Keep your head up, your shoulders back, and your chest out. There, that's a better posture!"

"And don't you go around walking like a girl" chided Tim. "They'll all think your a fruit if you move and act all girlie."

"No chance of that!" shot back Joan, although she was unaware of how she still moved with a certain grace and posture that could only be from someone with years of ballet class.

"Now I've never worn a skirt to school before" said Joan. "So don't be surprised when a lot of people stare at you or make comments. And are you really going to try out as a cheerleader?"

"Oh yes!" he said. "I can't wait."

"Good luck. Oops, we're almost late. Let's go."

 

The twins walked out the door, and into their mom's minivan, so they could ride to school.

"Joan, I've never seen you looking so pretty for school" she said.

"Thanks mom!" replied Tim proudly.

Joan for her part didn't care. It was Tim's funeral.

 

* * *

 

As Tim walked down the hall to his first class, he was unprepared for all the staring. It seemed like every single boy in the school would look him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. It felt really uncomfortable for a boy to stare at him that way. Just as Joan had warned him.

But just as bad was the looks he got from the girls. None of the other girls dressed even remotely like he did. They all looked up over. Some turned and giggled. Some smirked. Some turned to their friends, and whispered in their ears. Some made comments.

"I didn't realize our school is going private" said one girl smugly.

"I guess we just got a transfer from St. Helen's Academy" said another.

Somehow, the barbs and the giggles from the girls was even worse than the lustful stares of the boys. But then came another blow, which felt like a dagger: the comment from Amy.

 

Amy had been Joan's friend since they were young. Tim knew her too of course, since she hung out with Joan so much. So when she came walking down the hall, Tim smiled warmly. She was Joan's good friend, and now *he* was Joan, so that made her his good female friend. He couldn't wait for some good girl-to-girl bonding.

"Oh my god!" said Amy. "You've gone all femme! Are you crazy or something? Next thing I know, you'll be telling me that you're trying out for cheerleader."

"Actually, I am!" said Tim in the most perky voice he could muster.

"I don't even know you anymore!" said Amy, who turned and stormed off.

"Amy!" said Tim.

"Don't even talk to me!" she said, as she marched away.

Tim felt completely crushed. In ten seconds, he had alienated Joan's best friend. He was almost slinking as he went into the classroom. He sat down at his desk, and then suddenly realized he was sitting like a boy, with his legs apart. Anyone coming into the room would be getting a look up his skirt!

He quickly put his knees together, and hoped that nobody had notice.

 

Joan was walking to class, and suddenly she had to go pee. She didn't feel like she could hold it through class, so now she was going to have to do something scary: use the boy's room. She was blushing as she walked through door, feeling very uncomfortable being there. Her first inclination was to take a stall, and sit down to pee like she always did. That way, she'd get some privacy.

But the stalls were all filthy and disgusting. She turned instead to the things on the wall, so she could stand up, and not have to worry about getting dirty. Being able to pee standing up without having to completely undress your lower half was a huge advantage that the guys had! She felt really lucky to be able to go that way.

As she was doing that, two guys were walking in, talking to each other. They took the spaces to her right, and continued their conversation.

"Yeah, she's hot all right" said the one.

"I'd love to put it to her!" said the other.

"You've got that right bro. That's all a chick like that is good for. She's got it coming anyway."

"Yeah, she wants it. That's why she dresses like that. You can tell."

"I'm gonna make her do me."

 

Joan was completely disgusted at how they were talking.

"Excuse me, but you're not thinking about her feelings why you talk like that" she said.

The two guys looked at each other, and burst out in laughter.

"Her feelings? Hey everyone, Tim here is concerned about a chick's *feelings*!!!"

"Ha!!!!"

 

It spread like wildfire, and by lunchtime, Joan was hearing more and more comments about 'feelings'. She was eating with some of the guys on the football team from last year, telling them how she was going to try out for linebacker.

"What kind of linebacker would you be?" said the one guy. "You're too concerned with things like *feelings*."

"Oh, I can't hit him! I might hurt his feelings!" said another guy.

They were merciless, and Joan was on the verge of tears when she left the table. Boys could be so cruel!

 

* * *

 

School was hard on both Tim and Joan, now that they were each other. It was different how you acted, how you blended in, and in almost every aspect of their social interactions with the other students. Tim had never been asked out before. And just in two days, that happened five times, now that he was all dolled up!

Tim tried out for the cheerleading squad, as he had said. Not having danced before, it was hard to memorize the long complex set of moves required for a routine. But with a pretty face, long hair, and big boobs, he was a shoe-in to make the squad. He was surprised to learn how much weaker he was now, in Joan's body. Some of the moves required a lot of strength, and she was just too small compared to his body. He would have to work on building more muscles.

As for Joan, she *loved* football practice. The first day had been hell, with everyone making fun of her. But when she hit the starting running back so hard on the first play that he fumbled the ball, she won a newfound respect. She channeled the anger she felt from being teased into physical play, and soon her fearsome hitting made all of the guys on the team give her grudging respect. By Friday, the coach not only said that she was on the team, but she was going to *start*.

 

* * *

 

Still, not all was going as the twins would have liked. Joan still hated it how her body reacted, getting hard at just the slightest provocation. Once it happened in gym, right in front of this girl that she used to be good friends with, back when she was in her old body.

And Tim was having problems coping with boys hitting on him. He still wanted to be with a girl. One day, he was talking to a girl who was in the locker next to him. He had been successful in moving in as her friend, and they had eaten lunch together.

Almost without thinking, he started to flirt and hit on her. He didn't mean to do it, but he asked her to the dance on Friday. She gave him a funny look, and ran off. By the end of *that* day, he was hearing girls whisper "lezzy" when he walked by. This was bad. Girls were so cruel!

That day, at home, Joan made a joke of the situation.

"I hear you're getting picking up girls now" she joked.

"Just shut up!!" he snapped.

"My, aren't we testy."

"I've been grumpy all day" he snarled. "I don't feel like joking around right now, okay?"

"Uh-oh" said Joan.

"What?"

"Yes, it's about time."

"Time for what! I'm in no mood!"

"You're in no mood, because you've got PMS today."

"PMS?" replied Tim quietly, as a sinking feeling crept over him.

"Yes *sis*. You're due for your period. You had better make sure you've got tampons in your purse, and you might want to start wearing a pad, right now, in case you start flowing."

"But I don't want to have a period!" said Tim.

"You're a girl now, and that's what girls do. You'll have one every month, from now on, until you reach menopause."

"No...." whispered Tim.

"Oh yes. That is one part of being a girl I *definitely* don't miss!"

 

Sure enough, the next morning, Tim started his first period as a girl. He struggled to get the tampon in, and he was almost in tears when he took it out later that day. He *hated* how it looked and smelled. How could *that* be coming out of him down there? It was sick!

"I'm going to the movies" he announced to his parents. He wanted to forget his troubles, and a movie seemed the perfect escape from reality.

"How are you getting young lady?" asked his mom.

"I'll walk" he said.

"Oh no you won't. You can't walk home alone at night. You're a girl."

This was the fifth or sixth time he had been told that he couldn't do something, because he was a girl. And he was starting to get frustrated by it. Suddenly, he was hyper aware of his skirt, his bra, his boobs. He felt like he was trapped in Joan's body, and for the first time, he wanted to get away. For the first time, he felt like he didn't belong as a girl, and that wasn't what he really wanted at all.

 

Instead of going to the movies, Tim went his old room to speak with Joan, and locked the door behind him.

"Joan" he said, "I don't think I can do this anymore. I want to go back."

"You know" said Joan, "I've had a blast playing football and stuff, and there are a lot of things that are much easier for me now, but I miss it. I miss my old self. I was going to talk to you, to see how you're coping. I want to go back too. I've been teased for shaving my legs. I've been called a wuss because I cared about someone's feelings. I want to go back."

They looked at each other for a few moments, neither knowing what to say.

"When we changed in the first place" said Tim, "We said something at the same moment. I'm going to write something down. We'll read it together, and see if that works, taking us back."

"Good idea" said Joan, nodding.

Tim wrote down the phrase on a piece of paper, and put it where they could both see it, on the edge of the bed. He nodded, and Joan nodded back. He held out his fingers for a cue, 1, 2, 3.

"I wish I could be my true self!" they said in perfect unison.

Tim blinked. He had been on the left side of the bed, but now he was on the right. It had worked. He looked over, and there was Joan, still wearing the pretty outfit that he had put on in the morning. They were back to normal!

But Joan had a look of horror on her face.

"What?" said Tim.

As he said the words, he got the same look of horror on *his* face, because the voice coming out of him was most definitely *female*. He hurried to the mirror, and looked. There, staring back at him, was a girl. She was identical to Joan. Identical twins.

"Oh no" he said. "What went wrong?"

"We wished we were our true selves. I guess you really *were* supposed to have been born a girl."

There was a knock on the door.

"Girls, dinner is almost ready!" said their mother.

"Girls?" said Tim.

"She thinks we're both girls. To her, this is how it has always been. You, and me, identical twin sisters."

"No!" said Tim.

He rushed to the desk. There were *two* purses there. He recognized Joan's, from having carried it ever since he had become her. He opened up the other one. The school ID inside had a picture that looked exactly like Joan. The name on it was "Jan". Joan and Jan. Identical twin sisters.

"If mom thinks I've always been a girl...." thought Tim, "....then so does everyone."

"We have to do something. You have to help me change back."

"Back to what" said Joan.

"To a boy!" he said.

"What are you talking about Jan?" said Joan.

"Quit playing around! This is serious!" said Tim.

"Jan, I don't know what you mean. Now come on. Mom wants us at the dinner table, then we need to get ready for tonight."

"For what?" said Tim.

"You know, silly! Danny and Phil are coming over to take us to the movies. Twin girls dating twin boys. Won't tonight be fun?"

"But this isn't right! I need to go back! You can't leave me trapped like this!"

"Trapped? What kind of game are you trying to play Jan? I'm going to dinner. See you at the table."

Tim watched her leave the room. She had forgotten already! She thought he had always been Jan as well. How could she not know what had just gone on?

 

Tim put his ID back in his purse, and turned the mirror again. He noticed that his posture seemed different. More relaxed and graceful somehow. As he took a step, he felt shivers as he realized that he was moving like Joan did. That meant that he had taken ballet lessons too. And in the back of his mind, he could remember that now.

Oh no! If he had memories as a girl, then what about when he was boy? Panic set in as he realized that he couldn't remember being a boy. All he could remember now was being a girl. His past as a boy, his *real* past was already slipping away.

Nobody but him could remember that he used to be Tim. They all thought he was Jan. He was going to be trapped into a life as a girl, and nobody would even know! Not even himself. How far back *could* he remember? It shook him to the core that he couldn't even remember anything before the day that he and Joan switched places. All memories before that day were of his life as a girl.

He could even remember dating boys, and kissing them. No!!! He didn't want to be stuck as girl! He didn't want to date boys, and *like* it. He could feel it now though. His past as Tim was rapidly evaporating. But he wouldn't let that happen. He was strong. He would fight back, and save his true self. He wasn't going to spend his life stuck as a girl!

 

* * *

 

"Girl's your dates are here!"

"Thanks mom" said Joan.

"You look very pretty tonight, Jan" said Phil.

"Oh, you!" said Jan. "Flattery will get you everywhere!"

She leaned forward and give him a peck on the cheek. He could smell her perfumed skin. Being a guy, he immediately got aroused. Jan felt excited. *She* was turning him on. That made her feel good. A girl wants to be desired by her boyfriend.

Jan looked at Joan and winked. After the movie, they'd be making out with their boyfriends. And who knows, perhaps they would go further this time than they had allowed them to go in the past. One day soon, they would go all the way. Jan couldn't wait. She was in love. She looked deep into Phil's eyes, and she didn't even notice the tiny voice within her screaming out for his very existence. But the voice soon faded completely and was gone. But she never noticed it at all. She was a girl in love, and all that she could think about now was her boyfriend.

  

  

  

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